I stood completely still.
Slowly, I put a hand on my belly.
A few seconds later, I felt that movement again.
The next morning, I asked my son to take me to the hospital.
The doctor was a woman in her forty years.
He examined me, asked me several questions and sent me for an ultrasound.
At first, everything seemed normal.
Then suddenly he was silent.
I was watching something on the screen.
The smile disappeared from his face.
“Mrs. Margaret, could you tell me when you were last pregnant?”
I let go of a laugh.
“Honey, my youngest son is already fifty-six years old!
But the doctor didn’t laugh.
Instead, he called two other specialists.
The three of them stayed for several minutes staring at the screen.
Finally, one of them spoke in a very serious voice.
